"Sure, yeah," he says, although he's not actually sure he can. He does manage to struggle up onto his elbows, barely biting back a groan of pain. The stitches seem to help, somehow, maybe just because he knows he's not bleeding all over the place, and the bandages help too, but there's no denying how much it hurts. He's glad, though, that he won't have to be carried.

Glancing at Ned, he nods. The wheelchair looks like a far better option than anything else, and as much as he's generally comfortable with accepting more help from Charlie than from anyone else, he's still not particularly interested in having Charlie carry him back home. He doesn't think Charlie would like it, either: he's pretty damn heavy for such a small person.

"Okay," he says, finally getting up the energy to sit up fully, although it takes some significant effort.